maybe i was wrong? i don't know.

it irritates me that i still think of you, that i still miss you, and wish you would hold me. because i don't need you. oh well.

i feel good. i have the car until thursday and the weather is nice. i miss my mother terribly, and i know that when she gets back i won't miss her at all.

i had the best weekend. but i'm looking forward to going home now.